gimblet

I was anxious to see men so famous in the world of Books; But though Mr Rogers at whose table we met behaved with his usual kindness Dr A and Son would have known just as much of me had I been looking through a gimblet hole in the wainscot, and I should have made as good a figure in the company.

Letter 115 2009

The springs were sunk in the wood, which being touched by entering a gimblet hole with a piece of pointed steel, which each of the gang always had about him, the door would fly open, and fasten again in shutting to.

Alonzo and Melissa The Unfeeling Father Daniel Jackson

"Faith," said Mick, on my telling him this, "it'll be moighty onplisint fur ye, Tom, me bhoy; thet gimblet oye ov his sames to go roight thro 'an' thro 'me, begorrah, if he ivver onst looks at me sure!"

Young Tom Bowling The Boys of the British Navy John B. [Illustrator] Greene

The blue eyes of the boss was "borin '' oles" through Sam and the voice pierced like a "bleedin 'gimblet," as Wigglesworth, Sr., reported to his spouse that afternoon.

To Him That Hath: a Tale of the West of Today Ralph Connor 1898

Arrah, now, and didn't she have the swate teeth, six of the same that were so broad that they filled her mouth, and it was none of yer gimblet holes that was her mouth, but a beautiful one, that, when she smiled went round to her ears, did the same.

The Huge Hunter Or, the Steam Man of the Prairies Edward Sylvester Ellis 1878

I ran off, a wond'rin 'what in the crashen the ole man was gwine to do with a gimblet and a shingle.

Sea-Gift. A Novel. Edwin Wiley 1873

When daddy pulled the gimblet out, the tail looked like a holler skin quill, and would hold 'bout a double load of powder.

Sea-Gift. A Novel. Edwin Wiley 1873

"Bengermin, go to the house, and fetch me a shingle an my powder horn, an the big gimblet."

Sea-Gift. A Novel. Edwin Wiley 1873

He tuk the gimblet, and started in the tip eend of the pig's tail, and bored it clear out.

Sea-Gift. A Novel. Edwin Wiley 1873

The bloody shavins come a bilin 'up round the grooves of the gimblet, and the pig squealed till the air' peared to be full of hopper grasses, tryin 'to kick in my years.

Sea-Gift. A Novel. Edwin Wiley 1873